Nora Roberts
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For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. I love you, she murmured. I love you so much, I'm stupid about it. With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first. ✨ J. D. Robb, Nora Roberts (2011). J. D. Robb In Death Collection, p.1172, Penguin

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